I woke up in a hospital bed.
What happened?
I looked at a small tv in the corner of my room, it was scrolling through the security channels.
It switched to the waiting room.
He was there.
Asleep on the couch.
Surrounded by protein bar wrappers.
How long has he been there?
After awhile he came up to my room.

"Hey!" I greeted him.

"Hey..."

"Don't worry, I'm fine!"

"Okay, look, I'm sorry...."

"For what?"

"For taking you there, I should have known that in this environment nothing is truly stable. It's almost post apocalyptic..."

"FC, you didn't know, I didn't know, we both chose, so don't be so hard on yourself!"

"They said you can go...."

"Huh?"

"They sent me up here to get you, we can leave now..."

"Aww.... But this bed is so comfy!" I giggled.

"I bet it would be more comfy if I joined you..." He joked. We both laughed.
It felt good to laugh again.

We set out later that day and caught a quick ferry.
We were standing on the deck, looking out onto the sunset, when it popped into my head.

"Hey! Let's do the titanic thing!" I suggested.

"Sorry, I'm really bad at painting naked people, no matter how French they are..." He laughed. I laughed too.

"No dummy, the boat thing!"

"I know!" He grinned.

I stepped up onto a small ledge and he grabbed my waist. I extended my arms and let the wind blow through my hair.

"I'm flying FC! I'm flying!" I giggled.

"Don't be rediculous! You're just standing on a boat!"

"Way to ruin the moment...." I frowned and giggled.